'In the bathroom,' Cash whispered. 'What do you want?' he growled.
'Come on. We've got to move.'
Norm dragged his shorts on and stumbled to the door. 'Man, what's all the racket for?' he demanded as he opened up.
'She's here. Your target. Cabbie just took her out there. She sent him back for a bunch of luggage.'
'We've got to grab that. There's a trunk I want.'
'I'll call the Rochester P.D. while you get dressed. Want me to get Beth? Tran's already over at the cafe.'
Cash's heart hammered. 'No. I'll take care of it. Just get somebody on to that trunk. That'll make my case.'
'Ah. I see.' Segasture hurried off.
What had he meant by that? Cash wondered. And by that sudden little grin?
He understood the instant he turned. Beth had missed her purse and bra in her rush to the bathroom.
'Oh, shit.'
But what could he do? The horse had escaped. Better play it cool, say nothing, and hope that Frank did the same. 'Hey, babe, I need the shower.'
Blushing all over, Beth came for her bra.
They were even more impressive when she was standing.
'Male chauvinist,' he murmured.
'See if there's anybody outside,' she said softly. 'I have to go change.'
Cash peeked out. 'It's okay.'
She started to leave. He stopped her, lifted her chin, kissed her lightly. 'Thank you, Beth.'
She clung to him momentarily, head against his chest. 'Thank
He didn't think it would happen again. Her need had been filled. As once he had filled Teri's need with a refusal.
When would his turn come?
Norm found breakfast awaiting him. 'Beginning to look like you're hooked on this one, too, Frank.'
'It was the major's idea. He was afraid you wouldn't eat unless you were put under obligation.'
Tran smiled. 'We have to care for ourselves first.'
Cash drained half a cup of coffee, pushed it aside so the waitress could refill it. 'I'm looking forward to today. But now that I'm here, and she's here, I don't feel any big rush anymore. Did you order for Beth?'
'Yes. But I assumed she would take longer. Women usually do.'
'Frank, you were right. He's too damned smart.' Cash wondered if Tran were smart enough to have figured the night's happening. Not that it mattered. The man would keep his mouth shut.
It had been ages since he had felt so relaxed, so fulfilled, so at peace. He had Beth to thank.
She arrived looking bright and cheerful and not the least bit guilty.
Cash felt no guilt himself, to his surprise. Maybe it would set in after the euphoria passed.
The waitress quickly arrived with Beth's breakfast.
I'm getting close to it now, Cash thought, visualizing Miss Groloch's elfin face.
'Here's how I figure we should do it,' Segasture said, and began outlining a plan.
XXVIII. On the X Axis;
1975
She paid the cabbie, tipping generously, then added twenty dollars and asked him to recover her baggage from the railway station. She watched him pull away, then marched up the winding, rose-flanked walk to the door.
He responded almost as if he had been waiting.
'Fiala! What are you doing here?' He spoke German. His English remained as broken as hers. 'Come on in.'
The house was old, rich, dark. It had changed little with the years.
Fial had. He had aged.
But sixty years separated this meeting from their last.
A woman of sixty, confused and embarrassed, rushed from the rear of the house. 'I'm sorry, Herr Koppel. I was in the bathroom.' She, too, spoke German, but with a northern accent.
'That's all right, Greta. You and Hans take the car into town, will you? Catch up on your shopping.'
